Art Hotel William Bratislava

... stores, expensive restaurants and fountains galore. We spend a few hours just staring at all the old buildings, thinking about all the history that they have witnessed.

In the afternoon we head out of the old town, and north to the University area, where we can find a place to stay and something to eat. We end up at the Vegas Hostel. Forgive it's name, it's not like that. A small place, pretty popular too ...

... no clue where they were located on the map. As luck had it, I was actually on the street of one of the hostels, Hostel Vegas. I gladly take a room, even though the walk in price is about 5€ more than the price online. At the hostel they print me off a map of the city, which is pretty small, and I decide to walk around a little while it was still light outside, and because I wasn't planning on spending much time there. I walk through the old city and see St. Michaels ...

... céu aberto em uma das várias vielas medievais. As pessoas dormindo nos gramados a beira rio como se o mundo fosse o que deveria ser, calmo e leve. A Bratislava intransferível das desertas ruas centrais em plena tarde de ...

... gemuetlichen Irish Pub, in dem an diesem Abend die Blueberries Blues-Livemusik liefern (naja, so stand es draussen auf dem Plakat, eigentlich war die Musik eine nette Mischung aus ner Menge bekannter Songs). Und uebriges slowakisches Geld investieren wir - wie sollte es anders sein- in Bahnhofskaffee (wie gut, dass dieser Automatenkaffee absolut koffeinfrei zu ...

... a planejar todo o roteiro e dar a cara para bater na estrada. Mas pessoas que sempre viajam em grupos tem, para mim, uma certa aura de portadores de problemas de convivência social. Não acredito que seja normal as pessoas fazerem todos os tipos de atividades com os mesmos conhecidos de sempre. E foi este tipo de pessoa que encontrei no Patio Hostel. Pessoas que não estavam dispostas a trocar mais do que um "oi" ou "boa tarde" comigo. Bom, nem tudo ...

... of it after that. The lightning gets intense for a moment, and then dies away as well. Finally, maybe 30-45 minutes later, we are allowed off the plane. Upon coming inside the airport, however, we are informed that there was a tornado warning broadcasted inside the airport, and that everyone was told to stay away from the windows in case they were to blow out. BUT WHAT ...

... including the entire conflict between Hesballah and Israel. Luckily she goes to school in Tel Aviv, which is in the southern part of Israel, out of range of the missiles. She did do some traveling during the war though to spend Shabbat with some family members, and saw a missile come down pretty close to where she was. She didn't seem to scared by all of this! Libbie flew from Israel to Vienna last week to stay with Eric and also some other friends from Vienna. I ...

... a few bars, then on to a nightclub in a nuclear bunker! The club was shut though, so we went to a different one on a boat! It was surreal as hell, but the music was good and everyone had a bit of a dance. I even got came onto by a woman who must have been well into her 40's. She was showing interest, but I didn't really notice. Iza had to take me away from her before she malested me or something. The ...

... so plenty of conversation for Craig, who's also an engineer. They all speak excellent English, and most have lived or travelled in the US. One lived in Los Angeles for a few months, and he told me that he was relieved and happy when the weather turned cloudy one day - all the sunshine was boring for him. I replied that he's clearly not American, that the consistent sunny weather draws most people to California. By way of ...

... burnt it down and today it's a 'romantic ruin'. There was a building site constructing a dividing wall made from plaster and wood - it must be for a film I thought. Indeed it was, 'The Last Legend', an American film was due to shoot there in mid September. We walked the ramparts, visited the museum about the development of the site and archaeological finds, climbed the circular tower and back to the cafe to pick up the bikes ...